The reflections of the trees are cut by the bow of my pirogue
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And spattered by the paddle of my eager hand
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That Mississippi woman is a wavin' over yonder
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Wavin' her lantern for her Louisiana man
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How I love that Mississippi woman how I love that Mississippi girl
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How I love that Mississippi woman but her heart does not belong to me
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The lantern light and moonbeams are dancing patterns on the water
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She doesn't seem to realize I've learned her secret plans
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My jealous mind is thinking as I paddle through the sleeping alligators
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She don't know I know about her Louisiana man
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How I love that Mississippi woman...
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The reflections of the trees are cut by the bow of my pirogue
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And splattered by the paddle of my shaky hand
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The silence from behind me is alive with the splashing alligators
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And the lantern light is blinking on the bottom in the sand
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How I love that Mississippi woman...
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How I love that Mississippi woman...
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Mississippi Woman
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| Waylon Jennings |
